that was the night i finally felt something with you. it was the night that i finally realised what maroon felt like. i felt it in the backseat of your car, with you laying on top of me, catching your breath and beads of sweat forming on your forehead. the colour washed over me as if it was taking possesion of my body, like nothing i've ever experienced before. the colour maroon is the feeling of pure euphoria and ecstasy in one.
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romantic poetry
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